Day 65

Today has been a bad day. The nausea just keeps getting worse, it is starting to wear me down. It's like there is something in my body that is sucking the life out of me, imagine that. I know it will get better. The waiting is hard, I'm just in survival mode now.

My family and my in-laws stay with us on the days that my husband works because I can't cook for my son or change diapers. I rarely play with him and it is so hard.

I'm clinging to what I know is true: I know that all of this is worth it for the miracle that is to come.